The Person You Killed

I spent my days in a fog

Welcoming that warm, burning sensation

My shot glass had to offer

My body: a host. For cigarette smoke

My house: void of any presence. Let alone my own

My heart: infinitely empty. To the point of nonexistent

Love had lost all meaning, along with life

I trudged on through the days

Life was passionately unforgiving 

Like raging thunder

And I: the cowering dog

A continuous storm, marching on like time itself

Then one day, you slipped into my world

And you slipped your hand into mine

My name rolled off your tongue with ease

The fog rolled away

And the light rolled in

You killed me that day.

Death was always an invited guest

But this kind of Death was much better company

My clouded vision and shrouded mind cleared

As did the smoke from my lungs

The warmth in your laugh

The fire that filled my chest

And the first degree burns left from your kiss

Was a perfect substitute for the liquor

And more craved by my lips

Life grew meaning

As did my steps

Adding a purposeful bounce to my gait

The same motion my heart reenacted

When I asked: How do you put up with such a mess?

Without missing a beat, you'd say "Because I love you"

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